Chapter 56 - An Ancient Beast The Size Of A Universe (1/2)
Pity is never a factor, when mercy is a sign of a talentless actor. As MF grew, its hold on her throat started to falter.
Once she goes beyond humanity's border.
Out of all the situations that she narrowly avoided, MF fell into the void of unconsciousness. The looming anxiety that she wanted to escape at all cost, had finally reached her.
She was scared. An unpredictable future was the scariest thing ever for her, which was why she always tried to predict and calculate everything so that she could manipulate the uncertainty into something certain.
But not every event and situation could be tampered with, hence those kinds of situations were what gave MF the most anxiety and frustration. Usually, she would do anything to prevent those predicaments from happening at all cost.
That was the extent of MF's paranoia. And one of those scenarios was being unconscious.
Because that was the time where the real 'Ouroboros' would meet with her.
She was open, not awake, not in the real world. Her soul was brought to a plane where life and death cycled ceaselessly without arbitrary rules and a sense of time.
A world of cosmic disparities due to the ground's looming absence, and a scenery of a galaxy covered with stars, systems and shiny space dust. She stood upon a circular platform made out of rock, entrenched with patches of grass and small flowers on the very middle of its top that stopped a meter from the edges which lead to the abyss.
The bottom of the platform is shaped into a cone like an upside down mountain, similar to an icicle but with stone, not too dissimilar from the very numerous floating platforms in her current field of view.
MF didn't question where she was, because she knew that this would be the place of her doom if her luck wasn't with her.
Despite the fear and anxiety, she decided to prevail till the end. Gazing fiercely at the surroundings, she tried to absorb every bit of information possible to increase the chances of survival.
She realized that she wore her favorite dress, with her twintails tied and her collar accessories present, completed with the neck tie. She felt something connected with her soul above her until she peeked up and saw the edge of a shiny halo the size of her head.
'W-what is this!? Did I die!? I read some scripts and an ancient tome talking about dead people having a halo on top of their head, but that is already proven to be a myth which means something happens other than that….
'Did I become an Angel!?'
Information recorded into books, scrolls, codexes, or the tissue paper of a restaurant never told tales of a mortal becoming an Angel. Even gods and immortals would not be able to change their physical nature both metaphysically and mentally to those akin to an Angel.
Of course, the halo was also significantly different than those of an Angel.